She peered above the book, Open in her hands and looked at him, There he sat absorbed in his book. She sighed looking at him, 10 yrs later they laugh at their own stories.
Alas! It was an idea of love and not love itself. Expectations were crushed by his indifference. Hearts broken and let down. I thought he was my soulmate but it was a circus and its clown.
I know life can be a little overwhelming at times but I'm there for you always, so if there's anything you want to share with me you're always welcome.
When I encounter a chance photograph of us together. Of the coffee dates, the secret meetings, Of the kisses we shared, And the times we cared. The gash of the wound is still ripe, Though I hope there will be a time, When my heart would heal,the wounds would seal. And the pain would not be as much as it feels.
What is love? Is it you running your fingers gently through my hair while I sleep? Or is it you making me smile by your silly jokes when I weep? Is it you being mad at me and still making sure I had something to eat? Or is it you making me feel loved when I feel it the least? It is this and innumerable other things that you do, Some even unnoticed by me. Is this love?! Yes it is I do believe.